The goodness of Cassie’s idea to have us read alternately, back-and-forth (one poem by one, then one poem by the other)–it captured the exchange and dialogue of the form.
Author: Timothy Yu
It was a great pleasure to finally meet Nick, who was warm and engaging and gamely accompanied us to an early Ethiopian dinner even though he didn’t eat much. Hearing Nick read was illuminating–I tended to play for laughs, but Nick was serious and intense, reading intently from his postcards (well, we were all kind of hunched over our texts…
So we met up around 4 on Sunday at the Oxygen Bar, everybody lined up in cushy chairs along the wall like contestants in some corporate game show. We waited a bit for poor Cassie, who finally appeared dragging an enormous black suitcase absolutely stuffed with books of postcard poems, many created just that weekend. Stephanie had a fantasy of…
So wired after last night’s postcard poems reading that I don’t think I blinked all the way home on 280 and then couldn’t get to sleep until after midnight–then so wiped out today I didn’t even leave the house. Problem: Where does one turn for an objective, audience-POV account of a reading that involved no fewer than five bloggers? I…
Rehearsing poems to an empty room.
Don’t take it personally, Henry. Nobody pays attention to me either.
I can read a postcard poem in forty seconds flat.
My whole afternoon’s been thrown off by not having to write a postcard to Del. I thought about writing him a “bonus” postcard but then maybe he’d think I was stalking him. Or just that I was pathetic.
I might as well link the work of Aloysius Bertrand, Robert Duncan, Ron Johnson & Dan Davidson into a Poetics of the Dead. I think Ron just endorsed corpse poetics.
Stephanie found us a mic and amp for Sunday’s reading. Damn. I’d been hoping to hide my poems’ faults with an eloquent mumble. Now I’ll have to rely on feedback.